Patrick and I met for the first time a year ago today.
But his mother and my father went to the same high school.
Patrick’s cousin was also a student of my mother’s about 10 years ago.
Then his mother worked with my grandfather and they played on the same bowling team.
As a baby, Patrick lived across the street from my uncle which is also the same street that my father grew up on.
Two months before I met him, I saw a psychic for fun in which she asked me, “who is Patrick?” and I didn’t know because at the time I didn’t know any Patricks.
One month before I met him, I had a dream that I was laughing and dancing with a very smiley guy with a big beard and I felt so happy in that dream even though I had no idea who the guy was.
….if that is not fate, I don’t know what is. 
